of the handsome fellow struck me with a strange
sense of familiarity. Was it the utter disregard of
fear that I saw on his face? Was it the keenness
of the eye and the perfect self-possession of the
man? Or was it--was it the peculiar way in which
the right arm had dropped to his side after his
salute to us while curving past us, and did I fancy,
for that reason, that the palm of his hand turned
forward as he stood?

"Clear the track, there!" came a far voice across
the ring.--"Don't cross there, in God's name! Drive
back!"

The warning evidently came too late. There was
an instant's breathless silence, then a far-away, pent-
sounding clash, then utter havoc in the crowd: The
ropes about the ring were broken over, and a tumultuous
tide of people poured across the ring, myself
borne on the very foremost wave.

"Jest the buggy smashed, that's all!" cried a voice.
"The hosses hain't hurt--ner the man."

The man referred to was the Professor. I caught
a glimpse of him as he rose from the grassy bank
where he had been flung. He was very pale, but
calm. An uncouth man brought him his silk hat
from where it had rolled in the dust.